Complete Victory

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"It seems the relationship between you two isn't very good."

Maintaining his human-beast form, Drake removed the longsword and hand axe hanging from his waist. Holding the sword in one hand and the axe in the other, he looked at Nerl, who also had a head of red hair, and slowly spoke.

"To transfer someone skilled with guns like you to a place so close to me!"

Before he finished speaking, Drake suddenly lunged forward.

Although he appeared exceptionally large in his human-beast form, Drake's speed was not slow at all. In an instant, he was in front of Nerl, swinging his longsword and hand axe simultaneously.

Clang!

He raised his Black Spear, using its sturdy stock to block Drake's attack. Seeing the surprise on Drake's face, a smile appeared on Nerl's.

"I may be skilled with guns, but that doesn't mean I'm not good at close combat."

Before he finished speaking, Nerl kicked out, striking Drake's tough body and forcing him back slightly. As he retreated, Nerl himself moved back. Mid-air, he completed a magazine change. Before Drake could react, the Black Spear in his hands twitched repeatedly.

Bang bang bang!

Seeing Nerl raise his gun, Drake's pupils contracted slightly. Just as he prepared to dodge, a bullet struck his chest, tearing through the tough skin of his human-beast form. His body flickered again, and another bullet hit the wound left by the previous one, penetrating his muscles. His body flickered once more, and a third bullet struck the same spot, following the path of the previous bullet into his body, and detonating instantly.

Pfft--

Kneeling on the ground, Drake reverted from his human-beast form and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"An armor-piercing round, a penetrating round, and an explosive round. You should be unable to move now."

Nerl let out a long breath and slowly said as he looked at the incapacitated Drake.

"Is it Observation Haki..."

Drake's eyes were filled with unwillingness as he looked at Nerl a short distance away.

The feeling of accumulating all his strength only to be instantly defeated was truly unbearable.

Moreover, in the battle just now, all his actions had been seen through by the opponent. Even his dodging movements were within the opponent's predictions. Three consecutive bullets hit the same spot, and they were three bullets with different functions.

This meant that before firing, the opponent had already fully anticipated everything.

Only Observation Haki cultivated to an extremely profound level could achieve this!

"I do have some talent in Observation Haki."

Having dealt with his opponent, Nerl didn't mind exchanging a few words.

Although the battle had only lasted a few seconds, his consumption was not small.

This fighting style, which pushed his Observation Haki to its absolute limit, had nearly exhausted all his energy and spirit. Even for him, he couldn't recover completely in a short time.

"Why have people like you never made a name for yourselves on the seas before?"

"Perhaps it's because we've only just reached adulthood, and haven't had time to stir up trouble yet."

"Just reached adulthood..."

Hearing Nerl's words, Drake felt his injuries worsen.

After recovering slightly, Nerl sat down cross-legged, maintaining a distance of over ten meters from Drake, holding his Black Spear, ready to fire at any moment.

"Now, you can just be a spectator with me in peace."

Clang!

Rod's longsword collided with Bastille's saw blade. Then, his body flickered, appearing ten meters to the side of his opponent. Before Bastille could adjust his stance, Rod reappeared in front of him again, swinging his longsword fiercely.

Too fast!

Captain Barro held a long spear, his eyes darting around the battlefield, but he could never find a suitable moment to intervene.

Ever since the battle began, that red-haired brat had been like a lightning bolt, launching slashes around Rear Admiral Bastille. Although he hadn't achieved any substantial results, judging from the situation, Rear Admiral Bastille didn't seem to be able to harm him either.

As for himself, he couldn't even track the opponent's movements. He could only see the opponent's figure at the moment of their clash.

But in such a short time, it was impossible to aim and shoot at him.

Damn brat!

Unlike Captain Barro, Bastille could keep up with Rod's speed. After a few exchanges, he already understood Rod's intention.

Each time he used Soru, he appeared in a different location, but the distance he moved was extremely precise, almost always the same.

Without a doubt, this brat was exploiting his skilled use of Soru!

So...

Blocking Rod's slash again, a crimson light flashed in Bastille's eyes, and an invisible force wrapped around the saw blade in his hand.

Swish--

The weapons collided again, and Bastille's saw blade instantly severed Rod's weapon. Taking advantage of Rod's inability to disengage, he continued his momentum and slashed down at Rod.

The massive saw blade whistled as it descended, its blade alone being a circle larger than Rod.

Just as the blade was about to strike Rod, he pushed off the ground with his foot, shifting his body slightly, narrowly dodging Bastille's fatal slash.

"What a shame!"

Captain Barro couldn't help but speak.

However, the red-haired bastard, having lost his weapon, was doomed to lose!

Bastille thought the same thing!

He had just used his not-so-proficient Observation Haki to sense the opponent's attack trajectory, and with his rudimentary Armament Haki, he had severed the opponent's weapon. A swordsman who lost his weapon in battle was already defeated!

Stomping hard on the ground, Bastille launched his first attack. This was his first offensive after dozens of defensive moves, and it would be the one to end the fight!

"What a pity!"

As if hearing Bastille's thoughts, Rod smiled faintly, a hint of light flashing in his eyes.

He took two steps back, letting Bastille's saw-like blade swing past his body and smash heavily into the ground.

Rod placed his left hand on Bastille's saw blade, holding it firmly to prevent him from swinging his weapon again, then fixed his sharp gaze on Bastille.

"I'm not purely a swordsman!"

He stomped down hard, the stones on the ground instantly cracking. Rod shot forward, appearing almost instantly in front of Bastille. He clenched his right fist, imbued with a terrifying aura, and smashed it fiercely into Bastille's bull-horn mask.

BOOM!!

The mask on his face shattered instantly, and Bastille was sent flying backward, crashing through more than ten houses before finally landing in the ruins of the Donquixote Family's stronghold in the town center.

"However, I'll be taking this saw blade of yours as a trophy!"

"Rear Admiral Bastille!"

Captain Barro's face was filled with terror as he watched Bastille being sent flying by a single punch.

If even a Rear Admiral could be knocked away with one punch, what about himself?

"We won!"

Just as Rod finished the battle, accompanied by Nia's cheer, her fight also came to an end.

Although the pink-haired female Marine on the other side was very tenacious, and one of her legs was even locked by the opponent, it was precisely by using the Black Bars locked onto her leg to enhance her attack power that allowed her to knock out her opponent with a single blow.